Chapter 3
The pen struggled against her teeth, Yona chewing the end of the helpless pen with no mercy. Her round mint colored eyes with slits on both ends were narrowing. Her thoughts swirl about in every corner of her refined mind.
The pen makes its way to the paper, words jotted down the moment it came to her. Even at home she worked on cases, it was one of the many reasons she was chosen to work on mysterious homicides like this one.
She's solved family murders, kidnapped children, suicides that ended up being Innocent bystanders forced to kill themselves under pressure, there wasn't anything she wasn't familiar with- except, mafia cases. She sighed deeply looking upon the notes she had written.
Mumbling to herself like a madman "Poisoned by whom, suspect possibly man... Andrew lacks enemies, clearly there was no forced entry. He was close with the killer, but is the killer the individual in the trench coat?" The pen continues writing her thoughts down.
Her eyes drifting to the photo to the right corner of her desk, the lamp reflecting it out of the corner of her eye. She looked deeply at herself, hand being held by someone important for her great deeds, that individual being the Mayor of Toon Town.
New York was always constantly filled with crime, especially Toon Town and Backfish. Yona even remembers her first ever case, she had to fight for 3 years working as an apprentice until they finally let her have a 'minor' kidnapping case. Only for the department to be informed that it was far more than that. Smuggling of illegal weaponry and baby trafficking.
Because Yona had worked day and night to solve that case less than a week, she was rewarded handsomely, even by the Mayor of Toon Town. She had saved many lives that day, and healed many mothers hearts. She can't really remember when she wasn't working but it's been like that since her fateful first case.
She felt proud, even now, for herself and others. She knew despite all the disappointment the police agency had brought to her, she still manages to help New York find the real culprit. Most police officers would be paid off to keep their mouths shut and allow criminals to walk free. It is why Yona was so valued to the Police. And why she left to be a Detective instead, a homicide Detective.
She knew Toon Town was far worse than New York, regarding crime. It's where all the poor and gangsters retreat and do business. The most bustling clubs, famous booze, parties that stay lit all night and ignore all the homeless that begin to fill the streets. She was raised in Toon Town, not in the Backfish part but a somewhat safer area.
She knew she wasn't rich, her parents carried no great riches but despite that she wasn't homeless and that was always enough. This world was always filled with such hate and crime, she at least wanted to see that cleared out. That way even the homeless weren't fearing their lives from the bad guys too.
But there was only so much that Yona was allowed to do, only so much crime the mafia wanted her to be involved in.
Whether she liked it or not, The ten families are the order around everywhere. They dictate everything and pay the Policy agency practically. Not in the literal sense but enough to make them look the other way.
Although, Yona couldn't agree with such methods. She kept working on cases that were worth the effort and they haven't bothered her yet. She hated that she couldn't do or say certain things, every police officer was just so greedy. Someday the cities will be a better place.
She at least hoped.
She felt a yawn escape her lips, setting the photo down in realization that she had been up for too long. She grabbed her papers and set them inside a vanilla folder in a locked drawer in her desk- which will be retrieved the next morning.
"Well that went ..swell" she yawned again, her swished from side to side slowly, anxiously. Turning down the hall and closing her bedroom door only made her feel desultory, especially when she saw the bed. "Take me now" she mumbles and flops onto the mattress, pillows lifting slightly from impact. Once she crawled under the sheets, her blanket tightly pressed to her chest was enough to knock her out for the night. Her bright white hair spread across the bed, luscious colors of pink and purple merging together near the ends like a beautiful birthday cake. The dark room helped ease today's worries.
Meanwhile, in Toon Town.
Heavy footsteps were hurried down the hall, hand clutching to an article that seemed to be in a panicking individual. Ears folded down with anxiety when they finally shoved a door open and gave it a slam!
"Bendy!" The wolf shrieked, his tail hairs rising as his narrowed eyes revealed his nerves. He wasn't one for concealing his feelings from him. The round headed demon glanced up from his desk, his deep red eyes boring into the wolf he was so close with. He said nothing for the moment as the wolf came over and dropped the article on the desk
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"What's this?" He asked, his monotoned voice scratched the walls like smooth sandpaper. Opening the paper and reading the headline; Best Stock Business Man mysteriously Found Dead!
Bendys brows knitting was a sign for Boris to speak up "And there's more to it, the Coppers got there before us. They are getting involved where they shouldn't Bends. It isn't looking ripe on our side".
Bendy turned to look at his best friend, his half brother "Let's not Bump Guns, Boris. It doesn't seem too serious and I doubt the Coppers will join our little parties down here. They'll pin it on someone they want thrown into the can and the problem is solved".
"Is that right..." Boris says a little uncertain. The demon's tail twitched, his head tilted slightly "Look if it gets too serious, I'll send one of the guys to check it out but for now..." his red blood eyes bore down at the article "We need to see if the killer is on our side afterall".
Bendys gaze stayed glued to the name on the article, after all he's heard and seen that man down here before. Andrew Waltz. Not your typical run of the mill cat.
Boris crossed his arms over his long lanky build, tapping his foot like he always did when anxious. He never lied his plans interfered or disturbed and Bendy knew that better than anyone. With a smirk and a sigh, the demon rose from the seat.
"Come on, let's head to that Juice Joint you've been poking about. You need a little relaxation" he jabbed the wolf's side with his index. Guiding his friend towards the door as they walk out of the office. The door being locked from the outside was enough for them to leave the place unattended.
They walked for a little bit before rounding a corner, seeing the new joint being blown up with newbies circling around excited. Movie stars, singers, drug dealers, killers, that neighborhood farmer- you name it, everyone partied in Toon Town. Everyone.
Boris, who towered over Bendy but not as much as most taller toons had glanced at his closest friend and brother. His ears give a flick to the loud music booming from the inside. He wanted to poke at the subject a bit more truthfully but he knew Bendy all too well.
Never one or be nervous about something that didn't follow their rules or any of the rules of being involved in this lifestyle. He was stronger than Boris, feared and yet somehow loving in the sense of respect. The wolf sighed, feeling his chest tighten. It wasn't all too uncommon for him to worry.
That didn't change the fact that they knew Andrew. They were familiar with what happened to think he was killed was unbeknownst to them both. If Andrew was important to them, perhaps Bendy would've cared a bit more.
Did he care or was he always playing a role?
The demon noticed Boris' mind was elsewhere, with a slap to the back of the wolf released a yelped. The larger creature gives Bendy an annoyed look "Bends... What was that for". The demon shrugged with a smirk, his tail whipped like a blade in the wind "You're worrying but don't. We'll find out who killed Andrew ourselves".
Boris decided to give in, complacent with that in mind at least. They walk into the bustling buzz fun. Ladies and gals of all sorts whipping their hips in the finest of skirts. Business Man hoarding the better booths as they deal hands in a game of cards.
"Smell that Boris?" He inhaled with a devilish flash shimmering in his ruby red eyes. The wolf gave him a slight grin "The smell of danger" they both mused, a snicker following after.